What is it called when hope arises from a desperate situation, when help arrives in the nick of time? That's exactly what this was!
"Really?" Mo Ran's trembling voice revealed her excitement.
"Of course."
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There weren't many participants in the competition, but it was about quality, not quantity. Mo Ran was contestant number seventeen, almost at the end.
Gu Yixuan sat in the VIP seats at the front row, fiddling with his black mobile phone, flipping it over and over, as though waiting for a call from someone.
The competition had already begun, and the stage was graced with the elegance of dancing beauties, yet none of them could capture his attention or ease his expression.
The principal of Qinghua Middle School had just called him, saying that Mo Ran had decided not to compete. Since hearing this news, his complexion never improved.
He had thought she would agree. Wasn't this her dream? What could be more important than a dream?
